He stroked
his finger down one high cheekbone to the corner of her full lips but
stopped before touching them. He wanted to but he resisted, knowing
he’d need his head about him when dealing with a woman who had changed
his world in moments with her appearance. He moved his hand to the end
of her ponytail, which rested over her shoulder and curled to just
below her waist. He fingered the edges of her hair rubbing his hands
over the hair tie he’d put on. Grayson looked down at what he was
doing. She placed her hand over his, running her finger along the
knuckle of his thumb.
“Getting to
know, huh?” Grayson leaned closer. “Are you a cuddler?”
Savage
lifted an eyebrow at her question. “That’s something you will find
out…eventually.” He released her braid then gestured to her cup. “Now
drink your tea while you tell me where you heard about shadow mates.”
Grayson
picked up her cup, blew on the tea then took a sip before she
answered. “I get around.”
“Grayson.”
“Ohhh…how you say my name gives me
chills.” Grayson batted her eyelashes. “Say it again but make your
voice deeper like so… Grayson.”
“You are
going to be a handful.” Savage fought not to laugh. “Stop avoiding and
tell me what you know about shadow mate.”
“I’m going
to be much more than a handful.” Grayson took another sip of her tea
then glanced at him. “Now for what you want to know. When I left here
after Peyton fought with the death that stalks us”—she leaned her head
to the side—“I assume you know about the family legend and so on?”
“Yes. Wesley and Ian filled us in on
the basics,” he said. Wesley was mate to Peyton and Ian to Sinai, two
of Grayson’s sisters. “You will fill me in on what I need to know
later.” Savage paused then narrowed his eyes. “You think you’re going
to be taken next by this demon?” |